On January 21st, 2017 we marched. On January 21st, 2017 we resisted.

I was part of a small group of photographer chosen for the day to represent the official photographs of The Women’s March in New York City. Our collective images were published nationwide and provided to the city for archival. The Women’s March broke records and forever left it’s mark on the heart and minds of the people of the United States of America.

I originally was slated to attend The Women’s March on Washington DC. Having just moved to NYC and been embraced by this city (and being a NYC street photographer), I felt it was important that I stand in solidarity with my fellow New Yorkers.

My background is as a minority woman. I am Hispanic. My biological mother and her family were undocumented immigrants. I was raised from the age of 6 by white adoptive parents. Both of my parents dedicated their lives to public education, having just retired after 43 years of teaching. My adoptive mother and father both also dedicated their lives to those with disabilities and at risk youth. I am the only child left with aging parents who may lose their Medicare. I was taught from an early age that all people are equal, that we must show empathy and compassion, that we must give and give some more.

I often, if not always, document those subjects that are closest to what I know and to my heart. As you can see from my background, I have a lot at stake in the policies this new administration adopts.

The energy that was in the air was literally buzzing. So many faces and hearts hopeful, not heavy, leaning in on each other. Emotionally it was energizing yet overwhelming (in a good way) at the same time. People radiated hope, warmth, empathy, compassion, and a fighting spirit everywhere you went.

As I photographed, I absorbed all that energy. I absorbed the hope, the frustration, the love, and even the tears. There are people, despite the unity and the action who are still fearful. Those people came out despite that fear. I absorbed that fear as well. I can readily admit I went home after and reflected upon the day as I was processing the images.

There were photos I had to take for posterity. But then there were images that I took because I could see the energy pouring from the people I photographed. I think ultimately the underlying story was to show generations of women together supporting each other, men supporting women, and children being the next generation to move forward in hope for a better future.

This experience has taught me that we are not alone. If you ever think you are alone, think about the thousands and millions marching all across the globe. There is hope, there is unity, and there is action. Every image I shot shows that. I was honored to be a part of this movement and contribute to the documentation of human history.
— Originally published on Fearless and Framed "The Photographer’s Perspective of the Women’s March on Washington"

The Women’s March 2017

New York City